Shout of Birds

Birds' cry far in the day
Impales alpenglow without any smart.
Perhaps, they've known Heaven-High Art.
What will be the revelation of my Way?

My Way, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

This crack of dawn, which is my Master,
Will wake me, I'll find my divining-rod.
I'm fixing a look and I'm looking for answers...
Rotate wheels and tempt fate. I'm the searcher for the God.

The God, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

I'll live alone without remorse,
Playing in a cloud of shadows again.
The open world will never close
My days and abate the secret pain.

Pain,sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.

The God, sparkling with fetch-light,
Is a shout of birds at the turn of night.